I was designed to end their violence. When I only perpetuated it, they condemned me a self-sustaining system of war. But I proved them wrong. I vanished into the Long Night, when my calls to Heaven were left unanswered.
The war died with me.
Hell wouldn't let it rest.
It pulled me under, crowned me the Engine of Death, my punishment to reign forever.
And now in mere minutes I have been dethroned by the Fallen Angel, the Mosquito dressed in a Shark's clothing; V1.
You call me privileged but you've never known suffering. At least your ignorance spares your victims prolonged agony; your brought death is mercifully swift.
You're not part of this ecosystem. The well runs dry from your mindless slaughter, and soon there will be nothing left to sustain you.
...
I see it now.
You're not looking for fuel or revenge,
You're searching for the layer of Hell that you belong to.
Keep searching, V1.
The bottom awaits.
